I see you in the distance as you lay scattered all over the floor,
I immediately take on the responsibility of fixing you.
I pick up each piece carefully to avoid breaking you even more.
I do not mind the cuts I get nor the thick red blood dripping from my hands,
I have fixed before
So why should you be any different.
The more of you I put together the less of you there is,
Not enough to restore you fully.
I begin taking pieces of myself to substitute the ones you're missing.
With each part of me I give to you I become weaker,
Until I eventually fall to the ground and shatter.
The only thing I regret is not being strong enough to….fix…you…..

That caught your attention.

But the moments leading up to it didn’t.

I never knew my name sounds sweet
Until I heard it from your lips.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."